Allamorph

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkRed']Sprted out.[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Eww. So do your new plans still include two resurrections? Because even if we have four characters living, that's still only three death cards among six people. (Unless you gave Darren a "death nullification" card-majigger.) Still not much fun for little Harpo. :p Oh, and wake up, Darren. Use yo' card before 4:0somethin'. Now that I'm finished holding everybody back (sorry!), I want to move onward. Maybe I can beat Sandy to first blood this round....[/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkRed']Overall, you should look for meaning and do some research.[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]QFT. Woof. There. You know, sometimes inspiration can be a bi-yatch. I got to use Brittany like I'd seen, DB gets a fight scene, our heroes are stuck in a godmodder's Heaven, and what have you. Oh, and SunfallE gets poked. [I]*BAMF*[/I][/FONT]

Cameron DeSouza was livid. His crash into the wall had momentarily stunned him, and by the time he'd regained his senses, the exit was closed, Delita was only staring at the door, there was a new girl sobbing on the ground, and worst of all his gun was nowhere in sight. He could only assume that the others' incompetence had left it trapped on the other side of the door, and now they were weaponless in this wonderful death trap. There was only one thing to be done about it, then. He rose easily to his feet and began striding towards the false exit. Delita moved to block his path. "You can't do anything for him," she said. "He's already dead." "Ya," Cameron snapped, shoving her roughly to one side. "Kinda figured that. Thanks." Delita looked affronted. "Then what on earth are you doing?" Cameron didn't bother to look at her; he'd reached Brittany's crumpled form and was moving her rather unceremoniously out of the way. "I'm going to get my gun back. I happen to like that gun very much." "You can't be serious! You'll die in there!" Cameron paused and turned slightly at that statement. Had he just heard alarm in her voice? "I am well aware of that," he said, scowling, "but I'm not about to go any further in this God-forsaken place without a weapon. From what I've seen, we're definitely going to need it." "But it's probably long gone by now!" protested Delita. "The rooms cycle every so often; you have no guarantee that it'll be the same room on the other side." Cameron whirled on her. "And if either of you utter geniuses had left well enough alone, we wouldn't have that problem! And we most certainly don't have the frikkin' luxury of standing around talking about all this 'what if' shit! I want that gun back, and if there's a chance it'll still be over there when I open that door, then, God so damn me, I am going to take it! Now back off!!" Brittany continued to sob.------------------- The Onlooker had no idea what it had done, or what to do next. There was obviously no way it could prevent the man from foolishly killing himself; at least, not in this body. â??Wait a second. This body? I can make this body do anything. I carried a huge man for twenty minutes while running at top speed. I can jump over five times a normal human's capabilities. Where did I get the idea that this body could limit me? She shook herself, as if to rid her mind and body of such delusional notions, and started towards the man with the intent of hurling him across the room. She stopped when he did. He was staring at the door, his right hand hovering inches from the crusted iron handle. Delita looked, and when she saw what had stopped him, she froze as well. The door was shimmering. "What theâ??." Delita looked frantically around the tunnel. It was the same everywhere: the walls, floor, ceiling, the artificial rocks, even the pathways only she could see, were all starting to shimmer and fade. "Oh, no...." The man turned back to her, his confusion barely masked behind his projection of annoyance. "What now?" "The maze," she stammered, not believing her own words. "The maze, it's ... unstable." "What?!" "The tesseract generator. It must be ... it must be." Delita was on the verge of panic. "But this shouldn't be happening. Even if Cicatriz is down, the generator has more than two dozen failsafes running in Inertiatic alone. I don't understand; what does Inertiatic think it's doing; what could thisâ??" In one fluid movement, Cameron darted over and slammed her into a fading wall, holding her there by the throat. His left hand lashed her across the face. "Shut up!" he roared, his face inches from hers. "Get ahold of yourself! Now tell me in plain English: what is going on?" Delita's breathing slowed for a moment, before she drew it in again sharply. She looked off over his shoulder in astonishment. "See for yourself."------------------- Brittany couldn't stop crying. She was powerless again; she didn't have anything that could help her friends survive. She couldn't even free Oromis, who'd led her group through every trial and hadn't ever fallen. She hadn't spent much time with the people she'd started with, but even then Oromis was somehow in charge, and when she'd seen him again, she'd thought that he was the closest thing to invincible that she'd ever known, and now she couldn't even help him when he'd needed her. A fresh wave of agony hit her, and sobs racked her body. She had fought the darkness in her for so long after her release. She had finally quelled it and held it under control enough to live again, and when she'd erased the mirror hall she'd felt so peaceful she could have cried. If only she'd held it back a little longer .... just a little longer .... I am with you always. That voice! It came from within her, and she felt a brief surge of security at its sound. She felt deep down, trying to find its source. She found first the place where the darkness had been. Its absence still echoed with remnants of a familiar power, a power she'd had once. She tried to feel past it, to go deeper.... And lo, I am with you always, even to the end. She knew those words. They came from the end of Matthew, part of the Great Commission. Something felt strange, though.... And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of your age. No! That was wrong! It sounded fine, but the meaning was changed. She knew the verse now: Matthew 28:20b, " ...and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age. Amen." It meant the end of time, not the end of her life. That one word changed the whole verse. The voice was a lie! The darkness erupted from its hiding places and drove at her mind. She fought there, again, waging a war for survival inside her soul, oblivious to the world.  ------------------- Cameron turned to follow her gaze. The tunnel was gone, vanished, and so was the door and his gun. In fact, the entire cave had vanished, and with no wall to be held against, Delita dropped hard on the floor beneath their feet; Cameron didn't seem to notice. Their new surroundings were breathtaking. They were inside some sort of massive domed structure raised miles above their heads, but the ends were nowhere to be seen; despite the incredible-seeming distance above them, there was no haze from the air, and various designs of stars, galaxies, and nebulas lay on its surface like a gigantic universal fresco. The floor was tiled, with gorgeous shades of reds, purples, and blues running just underneath them in ethereal patterns, and it seemed to stretch off into infinity in all directions. And aside from the three persons in the middle of who knew where, there was no other life to be seen. "I know this place." Delita moved past him, a rapturous expression on her face as she took in their new surroundings. Cameron followed her curiously. "What do you mean? You know where we are?" "No," Delita answered. "I haven't the foggiest idea where this is. But I know this place. I can feel it. Here: look." She knelt and placed the palm of her hand against the floor. Closing her eyes, she began to stand slowly up, and to Cameron's amazement part of the tile began rising with her hand, creating a tiny column down to the floor. She stopped her hand about waist-high, and with her other she struck through a portion of the column underneath. The part touching her hand stayed floating in the air, while the rest of the column sank back into place, leaving no mark behind. As Delita continued to concentrate, the block of material shimmered, wavered, and changed color, becoming a large bright-red apple in her hand. She tossed it to him, and, with a slightly skeptical look, he bit. It was the most delicious apple he'd ever tasted. "This place," she was saying, "is like a haven for the imagination. I can create anything from it." She spread her arms, and two more columns rose up behind her. She let them fall back without altering them, but the impression was made. "Anything at all," she continued. "Food, plants, toolsâ??" "Guns?" Her eyebrows twitched, and she grinned. "Yes, guns too. Try it." Seeing no reason not to, he knelt and placed his hands on the floor's surface. It felt pleasantly warm to the touch, and as he imagined his gun he felt some of the warmth flow into his arms; his mind seemed to sharpen the image in his head, and he could focus on details that until now he'd only known seen while cleaning it. He looked at the weaknesses his weapon had, imagined a solution to them, and it was so. He started to pull gently away, trying to take the image with him. The floor molded to his hands and began lifting as well. If his eyes had been open, he might have lost his concentration, but he continued to pull away, and after a moment his old, familiar, silver weapon lay across his knees, fully loaded and ready for action. He grinned as well, and looked back to Delita. "Are you happy now?" she asked pleasantly. Before he could answer, she tensed and slapped a spot on her neck. Puzzled, she brought her hand down and studied the offending being. It was a small insect, and it lay, crushed, on her palm for no more than an instant before shimmering and fading away like a vapor into the air. "Uh oh." She was looking behind him again. Turning for what seemed like the fortieth time in the past five minutes, he saw what had made her pause. "Whoa." Away from them, and a good distance behind the sleeping form of Brittany, enormous columns had begun to rise from the floor, shimmering into large creatures that hovered several dozen feet off the ground.. They were human males in appearance, with long, flowing blond hair and serenely attractive features; their bodies were covered by a white, gold-trimmed long-sleeve tunics and white pants, and they wore white shoes on their feet. Two great, beautiful white-feathered wings stroked the air, keeping them aloft. A purple cloth was draped over their shoulders, and a circlet of gold was set on their brow. And in their hands, they each held a golden spear. Cameron tensed. "Welcoming party?" "I don't think so." "Right." He thought for a second. "I'm gonna need a lot more ammo."  ------------------- Brittany felt the creatures' presence, even though she could not see. She knew they were hostile, but she had her own struggle to worry about right now, and she couldn't offer her companions anything anyway. The darkness came at her again. She kept fighting.  ------------------- When the seraphs charged, Cameron quickly envisioned a titanium barricade for himself and ducked behind it, firing over the new-made cover. They reached the party quickly, though they collectively ignored Brittany in her comatose state. By that time, Delita was wielding two honed straight swords, one in each hand, and was darting from one raising column to the next, taking the fight to the seraphs' territory with display after spectacular display of aerial acrobatics. Every creature that the duo felled shimmered and vaporized, but more came constantly. Cameron was astounded at his counterpart's seemingly boundless stamina; he was already on his third ammo case and she was showing no signs of tiring. He strafed a seraph as it buzzed his impromptu foxhole, not bothering to watch it crash to the floor; coming around, he sight-sniped another descending on Delita, who had landed on the back of a third and was viciously shredding its wings. It fell into a death-spiral, and Delita back-flipped off of it before it crushed its head against the ground, another purple-and-red column shooting upwards to catch her. She sprang off instantly, spinning midair to sever the neck of a fourth, and was blindsided by a fifth, throwing her sideways; Cameron blasted it with half a clip before it could reach her again. He emptied the remainder of the clip into a squad coming in from his left, taking down three of them; Delita was already back, almost flying over him, cleaving the fourth in half to return Cameron his favor. Each half missed his mini-fort by mere feet, and they slid twenty yards before disintegrating. Delita landed beside him, breathing no harder than if she'd just jogged five minutes. "Damn, woman!" he exclaimed appreciatively. "That was incredible. You're not an adrenaline junkie, are you?" "No more than you," she retorted, "if I am indeed a woman. I can't remember, you know." Cameron snorted. "I'm just glad these things don't bleed. I'm pretty sure we'd've drowned by now." Delita pointed off to one side. "Here they come," she said, and Cameron nodded, also seeing the next wave's approach. Two more ammo crates materialized behind him. "Let's do this." "Oh, naturally," said Delita sardonically. "The requisite tough-guy battle phrase. Of course."  ------------------- The battle was taking its toll on Brittany's spirit. She didn't know how much longer she could hold off before she broke before it. Even now, she could hear the laughter of that horrible being from her prison, taunting her, proclaiming her fall. It echoed through her, endlessly, that mocking voice. I am with you always. â??No, she cried. "I can't. I don't want to die. You're not real. You're lying! I am with you always, it sneered. She could almost see its face again. â??You're Lying!! Somewhere, she found new strength. Almost instantly, she recognized what it was. â??You're lying. Yes. You're lying. That was it. She threw the knowledge in its face. â??You're Lying!! It halted its onslaught. It seemed somehow confused. â??You're Lying!! You're not real, you don't control me, you can't hurt me anymore! You're Lying!! She felt it stumble back in disbelief. She pressed onward. â??YOU'RE LYING!! Power flooded through her, expelling what remained of the darkness. She felt it scream as it was destroyed. â??YOU'RE LYING!!  ------------------- Cameron was in a frenzy. He had no idea if this battle would ever end, and he really didn't care. Between kills, the thought flashed through his head that this was what the Vikings must have imagined Valhalla to be: an endless, glorious battle, for all eternity. Spinning to find a new target, he saw instead an image that pulled his heart into his throat. "Delita!" he screamed. Brittany had risen to her feet. Around her, seraphs were finally realizing that she, too, was alive, and began racing for the easy kill. She stood unheeding, repeating two words over and over again. As her voice rose to fill the dome with her fervor, Cameron recognized them, though he could not understand. "YOU'RE LYING!!"  ------------------- Delita watched as the seraphs descended in a cloud of white on the abandoned girl, and stared in disbelief as a sudden blast of purple and black light expelled from her body swept them aside. A wave of white and yellow light followed, and Delita threw her arm up in a shield. The dim golden glow around her flared to life, and the blasts rushed by her, leaving her untouched. When she pulled her arm away, the only thing left in the room was Brittany. Cameron, his forts, and the seraphs were all gone. Delita rushed to Brittany's aid. Brittany stood, staring peacefully at the sky dome above her. She inhaled slowly, then let the breath leave. "It's gone." She sagged to the ground. --------------------------------- OOC: There ya go, Rach. Pleased with yourself?

[quote name='Darren']my RP has always had the feel of being under water... Not actually unerwater, but like underwater caverns and there would be sections of it that could be nothing but glass (or whatever) and the characters could see nothing but ocean and ocean floor, and escape just a few hundred feet above them.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Oh, son. That looks amazing. And what a combo: astonishing beauty and torturous, tantalizing freedom just beyond reach, all at the same time. Me likes muery much.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Ah. Gotcha. Sorry about that. I got a little bolloxed up while reading; not your fault. And now that I'm sure where everyone is....[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Hey, Darren? Could you give me a quick clarification? Are the remaining three currently back on the EO's side of Exit 2, or are Cameron or the EO still in the chain chamber?[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial][QUOTE][FONT=Arial][I]"...seeing guns in Manchester cathedral is not the sort of connection we want to make."[/I][/FONT][/QUOTE] Aww nuts. They're just afraid that they'll have to scrap their plans for a bloody, worldwide takeover.[/FONT]

[quote name='SunfallE][COLOR=goldenrod']The fact that I plotted to make sure as many died this round as possible has nothing to do with it![/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Well, since you played yourself right into my hands: yes, it has everything to do with it. (^_^) I must go rest before my kill.[/FONT]

[quote name='Rachmaninoff']All right, what's with the sideways look there. I'll have you know that even if stuff like Hybrid Awaken is easier on the ears than what I'm doing for the Survivor Challenge, it's still not my thing.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Yup. I know. [I]*eyebrows*[/I] [QUOTE][I]Oh and Allamorph, I know who you are going to kill. :p [[SIZE=1]provided my guess as to who's character belongs to who is correct that is[/SIZE].][/I][/QUOTE] Oh, now you've gone and spoiled it for yourself! See what happens when you think too much? [[size=1]look who's talking...[/size]] I don't think it matters too much, though. It's pretty obvious who'll die. :p[/FONT]

[QUOTE=2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange]*cracks knuckles at 3 points, next, back, toes, jaw, and knees* Why not? 2 men - 2 hands - 1 victor. I think it's time for a hadouken-off. I'll let you make the first move.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [FONT=Arial]Shall we incorporate the various ridiculous stances? Or can we improv? I prefer makin' stuff up. [center](Obviously.)[/center][/FONT]

[QUOTE=The Blue Jihad]Trash-talking is absolutely critical to a successful mind-game. Trash-talking is an artform, folks. When someone knows how to trash-talk, it's never harassment meant to distract anyone. Two most important things for successful trash-talking are [b]anticipation[/b] and [b]timing[/b].[/QUOTE] [FONT=Arial]I couldn't have put it better myself. Timing slams is intricate to learn, but once it's learned, it can create a win out of a questionable situation. For example, whenever I just want to be a jerk on SSBM, I pull out Red Marth while [I]saying[/I] I'm pulling out Red Marth. To date, I have never been defeated with this color, even though color obviously has nothing to do with my skill. Example two: I was fighting a friend once in SC II; he had Raphael, and I was using Talim. Due to a opening error, I allowed him to take my health so far down that the bar barely registered it. I was literally running on fumes, and had resigned myself to guarding. I saw him set up for a sequence I recognized and paired a nice Guard Impact with the phrase [I]"That's enough of that,"[/I], and took him completely out in about five seconds. Meaning dead, not ring-out.[/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange']Besides, as an elitist, I'm technically immune to hadouken.[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Would you like to test that theory? [I]*cracks neck, knuckles, right wrist, left wrist, shoulders, and ankles*[/I] [quote name='Nerdsy][COLOR=deeppink']So we hadoken him so completely that al his molecules are destroyed.[/COLOR][/quote] Yeah, that would work if his decombination didn't extend to the infinite level. What you have to do is hadouken him at the core of his [I]ego gestalt[/I]. I think that should do it. I'm pretty sure he's not up to creating full-level simulacra, so we're good.[/FONT]

[quote name='Darren']I just wanted to get my post in before Allamoprh because there's no telling what kinda crazy stuff he'll come up with! :cool:[/quote] [FONT=Arial]So I'm a janitor now? (Ha ha, "moprh", "mopper", ha, yeah, not funny.) Yeah, this is going to take a while. And just as a teaser, the landscape I'll be using was inspired by [I]"Cryptic Light"[/I] from [B]Lunar[/B]'s [U]Hybrid Awaken[/U] album. I'd give a link, but I can't find any. Sorry. If you haven't heard it, you should be able to Google it and find the official (as far as I know) album download site. [I]*sideways look at Rachmaninoff*[/I] Incidentally,and completely off topic, I think a good Eureka 7 video could be formed around [I]"Floodlights"[/I]. But that's just me being random.[/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange']And anyway, If grandad hadoukens me in the face, so help me god, I will come back 5000 times more annoying XD[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Jays, he's like one of those synthetic oil molecules. You hit him, and he breaks into three million tiny DBs, then recombines. Do we really want that many of him around, even momentarily? :p Yeah, I don't use my hadouken anymore. Death Valley was an accident, (I got mad at a small child), and I'd rather not do it again.[/FONT]

[quote name='Venge']It may not be a mind game directly, but one thing you can do is this: get in the mindset of the character. BECOME that character. Make yourself believe that that is YOU fighting. An example is DBZ Budokai 3. My main character is Vegeta. When I play as him, I HAVE to win, no matter what, just like the character himself. And its rare that I lose when I can do that. It may take time to get into character, no pun intended, but it helps out a lot. Also, try talking like your character in real life. ^_^[/quote] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=DarkRed]Venge[/COLOR] has a point, if it's a little on the "whoa, dude, it's a game" side of the net. For instance, in SC, I play heavily as Talim, and I usually tear my opponent to shreds while sustaining little if any damage. I do so because I learned how she moves, I learned to feel where she wants to strike next, and I can allow her to string attacks together to match up with the opponent's recover time. She has a solid rushing opener which can work three ways: she charges and punches mid-leap; she charges and double-kicks, landing on the other side; she charges and somersaults over her opponent, coming up behind them poised for a donkey-kick (the name escapes me). All are equally effective openers, and when varied will make your opponent hesitate, trying to figure out if you're going for the knock-down, the switch, or the psyche-out . . . that is, if you decide to open at all. Also, the better you know [I]all[/I] the characters, the better you can exploit their weaknesses; this works even better if you can play as if you know what your opponent is going to do, even if you're only adapting really fast. Your opponent will get frustrated that their attacks aren't landing or are getting constantly interrupted, and may resort to button-mashing or just guarding, which is easy to break through/psyche-out.[/FONT]

[quote name='Up4anime']I like to memorize episodes of my favorite anime and recite them while I was dishes.It helps me get by.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Dude, that's pretty hardcore. I was never dishes. I don't think I'll ever be dishes. I'm impressed. As far as I know, I only have two: occasionally I like to quit thinking and stare stupidly at a wall for a few hours a month, and I play Kirby Air Ride every now and again.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Yeah, baby. Take [I]that[/I] [COLOR=DarkRed]BK[/COLOR]! Hah! Anyway, I posted again as promised. So I didn't kill anyone. So sue me. (Or poke me ... if you can.) I just felt like looking at the EO for a while, since we hadn't seen much of it before. Oh, and I've been wondering for a while whether or not [COLOR=DarkRed]DB[/COLOR] took my [FONT=Freefrm721 Blk BT]Man in White[/FONT] and made him the EO. Because that would put a new spin on things from my perspective. Anyway (#2 this post), let's rock.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial][center][B][U]Group 2[/U][/B][/center] [indent][align=justify]With Dafine dead, there was no need in retaining her body. As the two survivors walked, Delita continued to look for a suitable place to deposit her unnecessary load, which she eventually found in the form of a large niche off to the tunnel?s right. After laying the feline?s body to rest, the Onlooker borrowed the newcomer?s weapon, using it to collapse the roof of the niche in a makeshift tomb. The newcomer, who still hadn?t given his name ? probably out of distrust, the Onlooker reflected ? had seemed extremely wary of relinquishing his gun, and when Delita returned it to him, he accepted it with an admirably concealed measure of suspicious relief. Delita didn?t mind, really. If he wanted to feel in control, then she ? it ? would most certainly let him. In truth, the Onlooker was more concerned with itself. Himself. Herself. It no longer knew for certain its original gender; so many æons spent watching the Maze and this, its successor, had dulled its tangible memory, and it could no longer recall ever having been a corporeal person before. It knew it had been, of course, but its original personality had been virtually erased, like a Goa?uld who?d spent one too many times in the Sarcophagus. ([I]?Was that a Stargate reference? What was a stargate?[/I]) That, though, was the least of its current concerns. The recent deaths had shaken it, and its attention remained turned inward as it journeyed with its companion. [I]?This is . . . strange. Something inside me hurts; it makes me want to punch a wall, or sob, or claw at my face, or something. Something. Something other than just walking, ignoring its presence. ?Am I experiencing real human emotions? Is that still possible for me? Is this . . . is this . . . heartache? ?But how can that be? How many countless people have I seen slaughtered inside this machine and felt nothing; how many times have I watched player after player ripped apart, or sliced open, or shot, or poisoned, or killed in the punishment chambers, or simply eliminated, and only been fascinated by the constant variety, despite its redundance? ?Is it because these things are happening to me firsthand? Is it because I let these people become a part of me? Is it because I am remembering what it?s like to be human? ?But that doesn?t follow. I am who and what I am. Obtaining a body and having direct experience shouldn?t be having this effect on me. Shouldn?t it? ?Should it? ?Is this what it was like to be human? To be hurt? To experience loss, death, and pain, and to carry on in its face? To persevere, to continue when there seems to be no point in going on? To never give up? ?To hope? ?What a thought. Hope. I hope. I take what I gain from those around me and give back, and even if they should be taken from me, I hope and continue, so that their gifts of knowledge and wisdom and experience and . . . and friendship . . . are not given in vain.[/I] The Eternal Onlooker felt another strange sensation inside it. As it walked, it let the feeling spread, let it fill it, let it wash the other, painful one away. It was decided. Delita's stride altered, becoming even more confident, more sure than before. [I]?I will hope.[/I][/align][/indent][/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkRed']>_< Finland, Australia, Austria, it all means the same thing to us Americans. [/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Speak for yourself, bucko. I'll quit camping now and go write.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I equip my post with the Three Way Shot ([I]Gauntlet, DL[/I]): [COLOR=DarkRed]DB[/COLOR], I concur. I wish to see some real deviousness. If you do not comply with our requests, I shall become irascible, and I shall take it out on somebody's character. Oh, wait. You'd enjoy that. [COLOR=DarkRed]SunfallE[/COLOR], funny you should say that.... Oh, and I [I]think[/I] the word is "sic". I'm not certain, though. [COLOR=DarkRed]BK[/COLOR], man, . . . you try too hard. :p [/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange][B]THUNDERCATS[/B']!!! Actually, i have no idea if that's an anime or not,....[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial][b]THUNDERCATS[/b]!!! And who cares; it's close enough. I'd like to bring up [I][U]Knights of the Zodiac[/U][/I], if only because the theme song was [I]"I Ran"[/I] and the concept for the show was kinda nifty. And the requisite [I][U]Cowboy Bebop[/U][/I], [I][U]Trigun[/U][/I], and [I][U]The Big O[/U][/I] (props to R. Dorothy). Also: [quote name='Rachmaninoff']Oh and I saw Evangelion, or however you spell it and I was not impressed. So I can't say that's a favorite. In fact I'm glad I rented it instead of wasting my money on buying it.[/quote] Fie! For Shame! You lose! (...the game; I'm a poet and didn't know it. :rolleyes: ) But seriously, what turned you off? For me, even if Shinji Ikari (sp?) is the second most annoying character ever, he was vital to the series's end, and there were even some twists in the plot that I never quiet saw coming, which, all things considered, is impressive for me. Or them. Somebody.[/FONT]

[QUOTE=SunfallE][COLOR=goldenrod]*Pokes right back!* Dammit! I demand to be recognized as ruthless! [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [FONT=Arial]You can't poke me if I'm not there. :p And what are you talking about? Whack-A-Mole [U]is[/U] ruthless, especially the version on the Bison-hinting game, where you get to shoot defenseless little prairie dogs until they all die. (Unless you miss.)[/FONT]

[quote name='SunfallE][COLOR=goldenrod']I still claim them just the same since I could have broken the destiny bond. :p[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Which is why I called them "assists". [I]*double-side poke*[/I] [B]Edit:[/B] Well, so much for Merik. Jays, that sucked. Kinda felt like Whack-A-Mole; he pops up, he's dead.[/FONT]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkRed']Sunfall, that would actually be 4 you killed this round. ^^;;[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Incorrect. [COLOR=DarkRed]SunfallE [/COLOR] has two kills and two assists. Those last deaths go to me; she only allowed them to happen. (I'm possessive, dang it!) And what is up with this thread just exploding all of a sudden? Do you guys wake up just before I get off my last break and camp here? Golly Martin! Anyway, I'll be posting soon. Maybe I'll kill, maybe not.[/FONT]

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